Chapter 2 Autograph

"It's been so long since I last visited here." Emma scowled loudly, and I concurred. "New York is way better than this."

Our plane had just landed and Emma and I made our way out to the open, and I took my phone to give Mom a call. I could have just rented a car to take us back home but knowing my family, I knew that would be a terrible mistake to make.

"Everyone feels the same way." I said loud, earning looks from people around. Well I didn't give a damn about what they thought, and just when they recognized me in my hot red pants and tank top, three girls came running towards me and grinning from ear to ear.

I glanced at Emma and she had a frown on her face, she knew what they wanted. It was typical of fan freaks to request for their fan's autographs.

"Oh, it's you Angel. I am your top follower, you really pulled it off on the True Beauty's movie. I couldn't get over it and I have watched it a couple of times." One with red hair chirped happily and I smiled at her.

"Yes, she's right. We really love the way you act, your facial expression, everything was just so real." Said the one with long black hair, the length of which reached her waist with lovely curls that shone under the sunlight. I envied her for it, hers was lovely but mine was a sharp contrast to hers. Where her hair went all curly mine had not, not even how many times I tried to curl it, it could never pull off.

"Awwn, I'm so pleased right now. I'm glad that some people are always eager to watch my shoots, thank you for believing in me." I said, stretching my arms to receive them in my arms. They all came crashing their bodies against mine and out of the corner of my eyes, I caught Emma glaring daggers at them. She was always jealous whenever my fans surround me, she wants to have my full attention but it was so sad because I enjoyed the moments I spent with my fans. The joy and happiness I see each time on their faces encourages me to do more.

"So please can we get your autograph?" Said the one who haven't commented since they arrived. I nod my head with a sweet smile still on my face and I pulled away and signed my name of the sheet of paper they gave me. Soon after that, we took pictures together and I waved them off after promising them to release something bigger than True Beauty soon.

"Then I thought they won't leave your side again." Emma snorted, rolling her eyes at me and I waved her off. "You should have watch it though, you will wake up with your pictures all over social media."

"Whatever, I doubt they would do that though. But if so were to be the case I don't mind. Yeah, why should I care? It would after all help them get more popular."

"You're impossible."

"Let me be Emma, I see no harm in what I do. Someday, you will be happy when your fans starts flocking around you just when you boost your TikTok account."

"It's good to see you darling." A musical voice said from behind, and I turned around to find my mom running towards me. She spread her arms and I flew into them and rested my head against the crook of her neck. Her body felt warm and good and I relaxed just how much I missed her. It's been three years since I last visited here. So much had changed, definitely they were improving in environmental structures.

"Same here Mom, I missed you terribly." I replied honestly, and she patted my back as she laughed at my remark. "Where's Dad? He said he would be here to drive me home."

"He would have been here with me but at the last minute his presence was requested at the office." My mom said, her voice cheerful and I pulled away from her checking her out. She had grown a little fat and there were hickeys on her shoulders. Color rose to my cheeks embarrassed, so they still engaged in the act? I thought to myself and I let it pass because of Emma. I don't want her hearing something like that about my parents, even I if I ever was to loose my virginity.

"It's alright, it's all about hahaha," I chuckled.

"You should know your Dad really cares a lot about you." She began, her eyes furrowing as they registered on Emma. "So much for arranging my marriage." I sneered.

"Hi Emma, good to see you." Mom greeted, her smile reaching her eyes as Emma waved at her. Mom liked her a lot, she had always taken her as her second daughter and I was pleased about that because she had lost her mom at a young age and her Dad left her and her younger sister to fend for themselves, and travelled to Mexico to marry a new wife. Emma went close to Mom and they hugged each other.

"You look great Mom." Emma complimented, and she smiled at her.

"I had the chef prepare your favorite girls, now let's go and talk about your wedding over lunch Angel." Mom said, and she pointed to the driver who I had not noticed until now before instructing him to carry our luggage.

"There's nothing to talk about, well there's none because I am not getting married for love." I rolled my eyes, then clicked my heels as I marched away from them and towards the car.

"It's necessary you planned your wedding well, Angel. The media do not have to know you are not in love with your groom, just give them a show and make everything right because you are a celebrity. Unless you want your fans to criticize you." Mom shouted, and I played deaf ears.